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Chapter 542: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 75

Fu Heng opened his eyes and looked at the king he had admired since childhood, feeling mixed emotions. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Is it an excuse?

However, in the face of overwhelming evidence, any excuses seem pale and powerless.

Are you begging for mercy?

But Fu Heng is an upright man, and he is upright. If he is wrong, he will admit it!

Silence is the best answer at this moment.

"Good! What a loyal Fuheng!" Qianlong laughed out of anger.

Qianlong suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes were cold.

"Fu Heng, for the Queen's sake, I will not kill you. However, you can be spared the death penalty but cannot escape punishment for living!" Every word he said was like an ice cone piercing Fu Heng's heart.

"From today on, you are no longer my imperial guard! I will take back all your official positions and titles!"

Fu Heng smiled bitterly and kowtowed, saying, "Slave, I obey your order."

He understood that he and the emperor would be strangers from now on.

"As for this bastard..." Qianlong glanced at the child held in the wet nurse's arms, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Since he is your Fu Heng's flesh and blood, then you can raise him! But... you know what to do, right?"

Fu Heng was shocked. He knew what Qianlong meant. The emperor wanted him to do it himself...

He understood that even if the child didn't die now, he would not be able to grow up safely.

He took a deep breath, forced the tears that were about to burst out back into his eyes, supported himself on the ground with both hands, kowtowed heavily, and said in a hoarse voice: "Slave... understand."

Qianlong snorted coldly and left. The Golden Palace was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Er Qing looked at Fu Heng's lonely back and curled her lips into a sneer.

This sneer quickly disappeared under her weak and innocent expression. She walked gently to Fu Heng and said softly, "Master Fu Heng, the emperor is doing this for your own good. This child... shouldn't have been born into this world. Why are you so persistent?"

Fu Heng looked at Er Qing, the woman he once loved with all his heart, and saw the disgust and aversion in her eyes, as if she was looking at something dirty. At this moment, his heart seemed to be crushed by an invisible hand, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe.

"You..." Fu Heng's voice was dry and hoarse. All those sweet words he had said before now seemed like a thorn in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.

Er Qing seemed not to notice his pain, and just smiled lightly, but that smile was a little cold: "Master Fu Heng, you should think carefully about how to explain to the Fucha family."

After saying that, she turned and left. The hem of her skirt brushed against the back of Fu Heng's hand, bringing a piercing chill.

Fu Heng knelt there blankly, Er Qing's words echoing in his mind. Explain? How should he explain?

Fu Heng knelt on the cold golden brick floor, feeling a chill running down his spine, drilling straight into his heart. Explain? Yes, how should he explain? How should he explain to his sister, to the entire Fucha family?

Er Qing's words were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, hissing in his ears, and every word was piercing his heart. She used to be so gentle and lovely, but now, there was only indifference and calculation in her eyes, as if he was some disgusting dirty thing.

Fu Heng closed his eyes in pain, his heart seemed to be pressed down by a huge stone, and he couldn't breathe. He thought of his sister Fu Cha Rongyin, the gentle and virtuous woman who was the mother of the country. She gave everything for him, for the family, and for the emperor, but ended up dying.

"Sister..." Fu Heng murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with endless grief and self-blame.

In the inner hall, ambergris was burning, and the aroma was lingering, but it could not cover up the depression and heat in the air.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing's voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, like a frightened deer, making people want to hold her in their arms and take good care of her.

When Qianlong heard her voice, he turned around abruptly. When he saw that it was her, a smile finally appeared on his originally tense face. He walked quickly to her, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"What do Qing'er and Fu Heng have to talk about? Why did they take so long to come in?" Qianlong's tone was a little jealous.

"Your Majesty, you...you misunderstood. I just...just saw that Master Fuheng was in such a state of despair, and I couldn't bear it for a moment, so I said a few more words of comfort."

He gently stroked Er Qing's beautiful hair and said softly, "Silly girl, how could I blame you? I just... just felt a little unhappy when I saw you talking to another man. Besides, will you feel sorry for Fu Heng? Wasn't this incident today caused by Qing'er?"

Er Qing covered her mouth in surprise, but her eyes and eyebrows could not hide her pride: "Your Majesty, how come I don't understand what you are saying?"

Qianlong chuckled and pinched her fair cheeks: "You just like to play dumb. However, I like your cleverness. The women in the harem are too rigid and boring. Only you can talk to me and relieve my boredom."

Qianlong heaved a sigh of relief. He knew Er Qing's methods. If she really wanted to deal with someone, she would kill them with every blow. But now she was so "light" on Fu Heng.

After all, how could Qianlong not know Fu Heng's feelings for Er Qing? He just turned a blind eye to it because of their past friendship.

The smile in Qianlong's eyes deepened. He liked Erqing's intelligence, but he liked her ruthlessness even more.

Qianlong knew that Erqing was targeting Fuheng, but he did not feel unhappy at all. Instead, he felt happy, as if a huge rock that had been weighing on his heart had finally fallen to the ground. In this way, Erqing would only follow him wholeheartedly and would never have second thoughts.

Qianlong's breathing gradually became rapid, and his burning gaze swept across Erqing's shy face, finally landing on her slightly trembling red lips. He hugged Erqing's slender waist, held her tightly in his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Er Qing pretended to be shy and struggled for a while, then leaned obediently in his arms, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing leaned her head gently on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Qing'er, I want to make you the queen and let you be the master of this harem. Are you willing?" Qianlong suddenly said in a firm tone that left no room for doubt.

Er Qing was shocked when she heard this, but she quickly concealed her emotions, raised her head, and said excitedly with tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, are you...are you serious? I...how can I be so worthy as to..."

"Silly girl, you are the woman I love the most. Who else can sit on the throne of queen except you?" Qianlong said lovingly, scratching her nose lightly with his finger.

Er Qing was moved and threw herself into his arms, her voice choking with sobs: "Your Majesty, I...I will definitely serve you well and will never let you down!"